Sitting in silence, watching the crowd pass
Sensitive and intuitive in my own space
Thought to be a wallflower in the corner
I’m just an over thinking observer.
I witness the run, the sprints, the overtakes
And the stampedes in the rat race
I see the joy of success, the pain of failure
I see moments lost in the loud murmur.
I feel the yearning for a revive and a rewind
Against the fear of being left behind.
Empathizing the weak and the strong
I understand-The past glory doesn’t last long.
In the sidelines, the footpaths of life
I have crossed travelers aplenty-
Inspiring entities, lifelong friends,
I’ve met pathfinders and lost wanderers.
But alone once again, life feels stranded
So, standing in silence, I wait for the inevitable end.
P.S: This poem is based on a prompt. :)